This is a song about "Ain t no sucka"

Didn't do a thing at all

You don;t thin anymore

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

No discipline, run up and #sucka #punch a #citizen

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,